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Wicked little letters - written for Empire Fandom
Title: Overcoming Her Past
Character: Edith Swan, mention of Rose Gooding
Word Count: 427
Prompt: overcome
Rating: PG13
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Edith couldn't stop laughing. Though she actually should cry and be full of panic.
The truth was out. And she was sitting in a police car on her way into prison. So long, she had tried to hide her secret. Had blamed Rose for being the author of the letters. Rose, who had such a different life than hers, who was free and never minced matters. The moment she moved to Littlehampton, the interest of almost everyone living here had focused on her. However, no one would have admitted it.
Edith didn't either, but inwardly, she envied her with all her heart because Rose had all she secretly dreamed about for her whole life, well knowing that she would be forever trapped in her monotonous life between church and her parent's household.
Until the idea started to grow. First, she only wrote down the words she had heard Rose say. Whore. Bitch. Cocksucker. Fuck my pussy. Her hands had been shaking; her face was deep red. But, oh, this was so exciting, so daring. She couldn't stop absorbing whatever Rose did or said.
It lasted for some weeks. Then, it was not enough any longer. She wanted – no – she needed to share her secret with others. Or she would burst. And she started to write the letters. First, she addressed them to herself. Ohhh, the way her father got angry, and the shocked look of her mother. Soon enough, also the neighbors started to talk about the letters she got. And she … Finally, she felt alive.
When the police arrested Rose for writing obscene letters, she felt guilty for a tiny moment. But it felt impossible to come up with the truth. Why actually? Today, some months later, when her charade was finally exposed because of a much too smart female police officer, she couldn't understand what she had been afraid of.
It was good like it was. Rose was free again, back to her daughter and the man she loved. The inhabitants of Littlehampton would finally stop to treat her with such disrespect just because she was a bit different than most of them. Maybe Rose was what the little town needed to move forward into a better future, especially for women.
Her future? She knew what was waiting for her. Some time in prison, and even after her release, she would never go back to Littlehampton again. Finally, she could take her life into her own hands. Would be free like Rose. Never again would she have to hide her true self.
Character: Edith Swan, mention of Rose Gooding
Word Count: 427
Prompt: overcome
Rating: PG13
:::
Edith couldn't stop laughing. Though she actually should cry and be full of panic.
The truth was out. And she was sitting in a police car on her way into prison. So long, she had tried to hide her secret. Had blamed Rose for being the author of the letters. Rose, who had such a different life than hers, who was free and never minced matters. The moment she moved to Littlehampton, the interest of almost everyone living here had focused on her. However, no one would have admitted it.
Edith didn't either, but inwardly, she envied her with all her heart because Rose had all she secretly dreamed about for her whole life, well knowing that she would be forever trapped in her monotonous life between church and her parent's household.
Until the idea started to grow. First, she only wrote down the words she had heard Rose say. Whore. Bitch. Cocksucker. Fuck my pussy. Her hands had been shaking; her face was deep red. But, oh, this was so exciting, so daring. She couldn't stop absorbing whatever Rose did or said.
It lasted for some weeks. Then, it was not enough any longer. She wanted – no – she needed to share her secret with others. Or she would burst. And she started to write the letters. First, she addressed them to herself. Ohhh, the way her father got angry, and the shocked look of her mother. Soon enough, also the neighbors started to talk about the letters she got. And she … Finally, she felt alive.
When the police arrested Rose for writing obscene letters, she felt guilty for a tiny moment. But it felt impossible to come up with the truth. Why actually? Today, some months later, when her charade was finally exposed because of a much too smart female police officer, she couldn't understand what she had been afraid of.
It was good like it was. Rose was free again, back to her daughter and the man she loved. The inhabitants of Littlehampton would finally stop to treat her with such disrespect just because she was a bit different than most of them. Maybe Rose was what the little town needed to move forward into a better future, especially for women.
Her future? She knew what was waiting for her. Some time in prison, and even after her release, she would never go back to Littlehampton again. Finally, she could take her life into her own hands. Would be free like Rose. Never again would she have to hide her true self.